A heart is not a play thing.
A heart is not a toy
But if you want it broken
Just give it to a boy

not mine

My life is like a book
you have to read it from the beginning to understand.

The pain that I feel is beyond anything
that Webster can think up.

The depression hurts almost as bad as the words you said.

The only friend that knew me well was the knife that heard everything.

Someone heard the screams but did they care enough to look back twice?

My life is a mystery that even I can't decode

I am contemplating death
But of a life that is not my own.